Tell Daddy, Mommy is not a bad person

Xia Wan carried Xiao Shu into the consultation room, and said anxiously, "Dr. Jiang, I'll bring Xiao Shu back for a follow-up visit."

When Dr. Jiang saw Xia Wan, he also got straight to the point: "Mother Xiaoshu, Xiaoshu's condition doesn't look very good. I'm afraid he's going to stay in the hospital for a while this time."

Xia Wan was well aware of Xiaoshu's condition, her eyes were flushed, and she nodded heavily.

"I'm prepared, and I brought all the changes of clothes."

Dr. Jiang also nodded: "I'll give you a hospital bill."

Xia Wan took the hospitalization slip and ran upstairs and downstairs a few times with Xiaoshu in her arms. After completing the hospitalization procedures, she was also sweating profusely from exhaustion.

A familiar voice came from behind: "Xiaowan."

Looking back in late summer, the oncoming man was wearing gold-rimmed glasses, a clean and tidy white POLO shirt, and beige slacks. He was slender, straight, and elegant.

"Mu An, you...why are you here?"

"Knowing that you brought Xiaoshu back for a follow-up visit, I rushed over here."

The corners of Shen Mu'an's lips smiled slightly, warm as the spring breeze in March, and he took the sleeping little tree from Xia Wan's hands very skillfully.

Xia Wan also smiled: "You came just in time, help me take care of the little tree, I'll go back to the car to get my luggage first."

Shen Mu'an smiled and nodded: "Then I'll take Xiaoshu to the ward first, and come directly after you pack up, and bring you something delicious tonight."

Xia Wan was not polite to him either, and responded with a relaxed smile: "Okay!"

The air in the parking lot was a bit stuffy, Xia Wan gently pulled on the mask.

She was running upstairs and downstairs with Xiaoshu in her arms just now. She was tired and hot, and her mask was soaked in sweat. She just wanted to relax and take a breath.

Looking around carefully again, Xia Wan took off the mask after making sure that there was no one there.

Just facing her direction obliquely, a big black Benz stopped in the dark of the wall. Lu Siting in the driver's seat slowly put down his notebook, glanced outside inadvertently, and happened to see this scene.

Those cold eyes that were originally calm and calm suddenly tightened, becoming secretive.

After coming out of the hospital just now, he went back to the car to deal with a few urgent emails, but unexpectedly, he bumped into... a ghost!

A woman who has been dead for four years!

But he never believed in ghosts!

Xia Wan quickly returned to the car, packed her luggage, and returned along the original road, but she was inexplicably flustered while walking on the road, and always felt like needles on her back.

She quickly took out her mask and put it on in a hurry, while looking around, she found nothing unusual.

In the darkness, Lu Siting slowly took out his phone and dialed a number.

"Xu Nan, check someone for me..."

The other party didn't make him wait too long, and all the information about Xia Wan had been sent to Lu Siting's phone.

The man flipped through the documents, and the murderous aura around him became stronger and stronger.

At this moment, the phone rang, and seeing the number displayed on the screen, Lu Siting's tense black face slightly eased.

"Fair..."

A pleasant female voice came from the other end of the phone, coquettish and yet intellectual: "Ting, I just logged on to the bidding website and checked, there are a few design drawings that I really like..."

The corner of Lu Siting's mouth curled slightly, and he replied lazily, "Then buy them all."

A silver bell-like laughter came, and Qian Yufei said coquettishly, "Ting, you will spoil me like this."

"My wife, Lu Siting, naturally wants wind to get wind, and rain to get rain!"

"I hate it! I haven't married you yet!"

After Qian Yufei finished acting coquettishly, her voice became serious again: "I'll be waiting for you at Luoka, when will you arrive?"

"Come here now."

After hanging up the phone, the man's engraved handsome face was immediately covered with a layer of frost, and his big palm that was holding the phone was tightened.

Jian An, after five years, you are still so scheming!